Holy shit. It just hit me.
It just hit me that I don’t know this guy. Not even a little bit. I’ve basically let a stranger into my home and begged him to have sex with me. Sure, he saved me, but seriously…
What in God’s name is wrong with me?
You need him. You need to know who he is. Why he is. And why he watches you. Admit it, girl. You want him…as much as he wants you.
Oh, wow. I’m a stupid asshole. I’ll be having words with myself about this later. Right now, I’m distracted. My distraction is in the form of a sexy, tall tattooed man stroking himself, watching me through a hooded gaze.
Swallowing hard, I lift my face to meet his eyes. His hooded gaze travels down my body in a slow intense stare before making his way back up to my face.
Our eyes meet. There is a familiar gleam in those warm brown eyes.
And I know what he wants. And he’s going to get it.
Walking backwards to my bed, I stop when the frame hits the backs of my knees. Sitting, I push myself back to the middle of my bed, watching Twitch all the while. Lying in the middle of my bed, I extend my arms out at the sides.
Closing my eyes, I quietly but firmly whisper, “You win. I give in.”
The belt around my neck makes me feel like an animal on a lead. It’s not too tight, and it’s certainly not cutting off my air, but having something placed around my neck as if I’m a pet…I don’t feel good about it. It’s humiliating.
Twitch breathes hard into my ear and my * clenches, then floods.
Who knew dry-humping could be so erotic? He’s doing a good job at distracting me from my nasty thoughts.
As soon as I’d said the words I knew he needed to hear, I heard his footsteps cross the room, and my heart skipped multiple beats.
I wanted this. I could lie to him. I could lie to everyone. But I couldn’t lie to myself.
I always wanted to have sex with a stranger. It’s one of my secret fantasies. I hear it’s intense. I was about to find out just how intense.
Keeping my eyes closed, his hands gripped my hips and I was flipped to my stomach. Face down into my covers, he lifted my hips, elevating my ass, and I almost came right there. Something about a forceful man – a man who knows what he wants and will do what he has to to get it – turns me on something wild. Keeping my eyes closed, I waited for his touch. But before I could grasp what was happening, something came around my neck.
My life flashed before my eyes.
And what a sad life it was.
I have no real accomplishments. No real relationships. No one who would look for me too soon. In short, I suddenly felt pathetic.
I had escaped my family to get away from a toxic life and here I am, having dangerous sex with a dangerous man. A man who could hurt me in a way I never wanted to be hurt.
Bringing my thoughts back to what was happening in my bedroom, I opened my mouth and let out a small scream. But my scream was cut short with a firm hand over my mouth. Twitch said a commanding, “No. Don’t.” and I stilled. As if it were a compulsion. He stated gently, “Not gonna hurt you. I just like it. I’ll leave it loose. Not gonna hurt you, Lexi. Not too badly, anyways.”
A sob tore out of my throat. I didn’t want to be hurt any way!
…or do I?
Twitch pressed himself into my back and the length of him settled between the cheeks of my ass. My tears were turning him on. That scared me like nothing else. The belt tightened slightly around my neck as he gently secured it, making sure to leave it loose enough to get a finger on the inside of it. Tears streaked my cheeks. He started to rock into me, leaving me momentarily distracted from my fear. My sobs stopped to be replaced with heavy breathing.
Which brings us to now.
Wrapping an arm under my body, he pulls me up while pressing deeper into me. His body warm, his smell surrounding me, all I can think about is how much I want him.
There’s something animalistic about this man. Something I want to be a part of. Something I want to be included in. He’s a force of nature.
Moving his head down to me, he presses his cheek to mine and demands, “Lexi, I need you to tell me who this body belongs to tonight.”
Arousal making my head swim, I answer immediately, “You, Twitch. It’s yours.” His low growl of approval makes my heart flutter and my core weep.
He toys with me. “You sure? I don’t think you’re all mine tonight. I feel you holding back. There’s still a part of you you’re trying to hold on to. And I don’t like that.”
Worry churns my gut. I don’t think I am. No. I’m sure I’m not holding back. But I’m not quick enough with my answer, so he repeats himself. “Is this body mine tonight?”
No hesitation. “Yes.”
“Mine to do with what I like?”
Quieter. “Yes.”